Her hand grasped it firmly, and she pushed herself forward. ” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. "I don't know; I really don't know. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. "I wish to overtake Lady Trafford. ” The idea struck him as novel. "But you are tired!" "I want to go over the story again. ” “What?” He asked, confused. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think.
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